There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief … And unspeakable love …
Washington Irving

After the death of a beloved, there is no avoiding the overwhelming grief or the tears. In the immediate aftermath, we may be in shock, feel numb or even be in denial about the loss. Although everyone’s timetable is different, eventually we have to acknowledge the loss and how devastated we are. No matter how painful, we must sit with our grief and all that we’ve lost in order to start healing.

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At Salt Water, we can help you learn to live with an unbearable loss. We offer ideas, strategies, tools and most importantly, hope that you can survive the death of someone you didn’t think you could live without.

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The Place Where It Started

Not to make loss beautiful but to make loss the place where beauty starts. Gregory Orr

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An Unexpected Gift

Yesterday after work I was wandering through Publix grabbing Dad’s groceries and was just about to check out when I heard a rather quiet voice behind me say “Mr. Roger?”. I turned around to see Jessica, one of T.J.’s former girlfriends, and a close friend of the family …

After The Fall

Maybe people have to go in and out of shadows … Maybe somebody has to explore what happens when one of us wanders over near the edge and falls for a while. Maybe it was your turn. William Stafford

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The Road I Couldn’t Travel

We live on the dash between our birth day and our death day. Jesse Jackson

Buster, a black border collie, nose to nose with a brown and white paint horse with a white forehead and muzzle on the other side of a wire fence


The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Kahlil Gibran

Folsom Lake during the drought. The water level is low in the background. In the foreground, the hills are covered with purple lupine and dotted with evergreen trees


The trouble with you humans is that you are so concerned with staying afloat. Go ahead, be gouged open by love. Gulp that saltwater, sink beneath the waves. You’re not a boat, you can go under and come up again, with those big old lungs of yours, those hard kicking legs. Laura Lamb Brown-Lavolie

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